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GROWN-UP GIRLS
Part III, Chapter 9: Relationships
The ghosts had been there all right, but they'd been as
quiet as they could. Clarrie made love to Davie with a
quiet intensity. By morning, the boy was feeling even more
shattered than yesterday. He wondered if it was always
like this. What would it be like with a *really* heavy
girl on top of him, instead of just a very heavy one.
"You've squashed my balls, Clarrie", he groaned as she
eased herself off him and stretched like a cat.
"Oh get away, you great baby! Gissa kiss, I'll see you
after breakfast. No time to come back for a quickie this
morning. There'll be too much to do. Have a wank,
instead. Seeya!"
And she was gone. He lay there for a few seconds in the
quiet. He thought he could hear voices. There it was
again, girls, laughing. It was the kids, downstairs, in
the room just below his. He thought of Suzanne, down by
the stream yesterday, and to his horror, found himself
becoming erect again. He was still wet with the juice from
the inside of Clarrie, and now he was getting hard thinking
about an eight-year-old! But *what* an eight-year-old!
He took Clarrie's parting advice. As he came, he moaned to
himself, 'Ooooh, Suzanne!' And to his dismay, he found it
quite exciting.
**********
Victoria hadn't been able to sleep at all. It was morning,
and outside the sun was up, the chickens were making a
terrible row and she was restless. For some reason, she
kept thinking of Davie. Such a thing had never happened to
her before. She remembered the afternoon by the little
river, when she had touched his willie. Later, walking
back home, they had looked at each other. She blushed at
the memory and her nipples felt all tingly. She touched
herself beneath the bed covers, and found wetness down
there.
I wonder if he's awake yet, she thought. They wake up
early in the country, she supposed. We could have a little
chat. Nobody would know. She slipped a leg over the side
of her bed, and quietly stood up, trying not to let the
floor creak. She caught a glimpse of herself in her
bedroom mirror. Golly! Her nipples were sticking out
miles! Hunching her shoulders slightly to hide them, she
opened the door, and made for the back stairs.
She was about to round the corner on to the top landing
when a door opened and Clarrie came out, wearing a short
nightie. So short, it didn't even cover her front bottom.
Victoria blushed at the thought of seeing Clarrie's
thingie. It was *so* hairy! She ducked out of sight as
the teenager, whistling softly, went into another bedroom
leaving the door open a few inches. Victoria froze where
she was. It was all quiet. Clarrie's whistling had
stopped, but there were some rustlings from inside the
room. Victoria crept out of her hidey-hole and took a
cautious step along the corridor. Then the door handle
rattled, and Victoria nearly screamed in terror. She
scuttled back into cover again, as the door opened fully,
and Clarrie came out, in her blouse and skirt. She walked
briskly past, and went down the stairs. Victoria thought
she could smell a faint odour of kippers in the girl's
wake. She must have had breakfast in her bedroom, she
thought.
Slowly, she stepped forward again, one foot, then another,
like a stalking cat. All the way to Davie's door. Which
one? She counted the doors again. This one here. But
that was the room Clarrie had come out of in her nightie.
Victoria gasped and blushed again, as rude thoughts passed
through her head. She tried the handle, then pushed the
door open. Davie was lying in bed, eyes closed, panting
slightly as if he had been running.
He must be having a nightmare, she thought. Best not wake
him up. She was about to turn round and leave, when a
thought came to her, a thought so daring as to make her go
crimson with shame at having even thought about thinking
it. Raising the corner of the bed covers, she slipped one
foot into the bed, then perched her little bottom on the
side of it. The bed dipped alarmingly, and Davie gave a
groan. She stopped, but just at that moment, the boy
turned over on to his side, with his back to Victoria.
There was suddenly plenty of room in the boy's bed.
She was in, not daring to move, feeling the warmth of his
body next to hers, and the smell of kippers. Gosh, he must
have had *his* breakfast in bed as well. Davie muttered
something in his sleep.
"I thought you weren't coming back", he said in a weary
voice.
Victoria was puzzled, but decided he must be talking in his
sleep. She gave a little moan in case a reply was
expected, and Davie sighed contentedly. He seemed to be
waiting for her to make the next move, although she had no
idea what gave her that notion. She touched his back
softly, laid her hand flat against it. It felt strong and
hard. She kissed the warm skin. Then, remembering his
willie and how nice that had felt, she snaked an arm over
his hip to roughly where she thought his willie ought to
be. To her satisfaction, she found it straight away. It
was clammy and damp, all of it, as she ran her little
fingers from the base to the tip and back.
Davie gave a soft groan and clutched at her hand, stopping
her from letting go. Fine, she thought, and gripped it
harder. Davie screamed and sat up. He saw her and yelped
again, crawling away until he was hard against the wall.
"Hello, Davie, I came to have a little chat."
"What about?" he sounded strangely agitated; guilty, even.
"Oh, just things, you know?" To be honest, she hadn't
thought about an agenda for the meeting. "Shall we talk
about sex? Shall we do *more* than talk?" she suggested.
"Aaaargh!" Davie squawked. "No, I mustn't! You're too
young!"
"Suze wasn't too young for a cuddle yesterday!"
"That's different."
"It *is* different. I'm two and a half years older than
her. I'm ten", she added proudly and put her arms around
him, pressing her plump breasts against his chest. He
stopped resisting.
"Have you done it very many times?" she asked him.
"Quite a lot", he said, thinking about the last two nights.
"Good! You can do *me*, then."
"Whaddya mean?" He flattened himself against the wall
again.
"You can do me! I don't mind. I want you to. I'm ever so
good at it. I'm brilliant", she added in a flash of
inspiration.
"Are you?" he said in a flabbergasted tone.
"Oooh, yes. Everybody says so."
"What if I don't want to?" he tried, without much hope.
She spluttered with laughter. "Course you want to. Boys
always want to."
"All right then". Clarrie wasn't coming back, after all.
What harm could it do. It wasn't as if she was an
eight-year-old, anyway. Victoria was ten. Most important
of all, after the last two nights, she was only a little
over half the weight of Clarrie! "Go on then!" he said.
Victoria felt a funny feeling in her front bottom again.
She lay back and closed her eyes. "Go on, then", she said
huskily. This was the great moment. It was going to
happen to her!
"I'm waiting", said Davie.
"So am I, darling!"
They lay side by side and waited for a few minutes, then
both sat up.
"It isn't working", said Davie.
"Just get on top of me", prompted Victoria, and spread her
legs as wide as they would go. Nothing happened. Davie
looked curiously down at Victoria's sparsely-furred little
cunny. It looked wet. She was all ready for him, so why
wouldn't she just get on and do it!
"But you're supposed to get on top of *me*", he said.
Victoria thought back to discussions at school. Girls lay
on their backs and boys climbed on top and put their
willies in your thing. But perhaps there was another way
she hadn't heard about. People were always finding new
ways of doing things. "We can do it the other way, though,
if you like", she said in a worldly manner.
"The other way?" Davie said, in panic. "Oh, you mean the
*other* way! Okay. Go on, then."
"Ah!"
Inspiration came at last to Davie. Sweating, he said, "Oh,
I didn't think you'd have wanted to do it *that* way, since
you've done it so many times. I'm ready, though. Come on.
Sit on my face!"
Victoria propped herself on a slender elbow and stared at
him. "What for?" she asked, puzzled.
"To do it. You have to suck my cock and sit on my face!"
"Ugh! You're gross, Davie! Suck your own cock and sit on
your own face, you pervert, if that's your idea of a
relationship!" and she flounced out of the bed. Arms
akimbo, she paused at the door for a parting shot. "And
I'm telling Nana Trudy about you and Clarrie ..."
"She already knows, nyeeerrr ...!"
"... you've been eating kippers in your room!" Victoria
marched out of the bedroom, her little nose in the air.
She was back in her own bed in thirty seconds. "Boys!
Yuck! I'm going to stay a virgin, like Mummy."
Davie lay there blinking. "What was she on about?
Kippers? Girls! What is the fucking matter with them?"
And he tried for another wank, but fell asleep half way
through.
**********
"We've got to have a word with the girls, Sis", said Tanya.
We carried our breakfast things into the kitchen and handed
them to Clarrie who was trilling a happy song as she bent
over the sink. I couldn't quite see if she was wearing
panties this morning. Probably not.
"Let's get them now. No time like the present. Before
they go off with Davie again."
So we did. Suzanne described exactly what had happened
down by the river: it tallied with Pansy's version
perfectly. Victoria said very little. I looked at her,
she seemed a bit pale.
"You all right, darling, you look a bit peaky?"
"'Course I'm all right", she snapped. "It's you lot, going
on about sex all the time. We haven't done anything."
And no, apart from giving blow-jobs on the river bank, they
hadn't, really.
Tanya did her best to explain why it wasn't a good idea to
lick a boy's willie, and especially to put it in your
mouth. She tried to do it without using the word 'dirty',
and she wasn't finding it at all easy.
"It did taste nice, though, Mummy. It tasted like
Clarrie." Suzanne looked up at Tanya and clutched her
hand. "*Why* can't I do it again?"
"Maybe Davie didn't like it", I suggested. "Did he tell
you to stop?"
"Ooooh yes, but he didn't really mean it, did he?"
No, he probably didn't.
"I think, Suze, if you feel like doing anything like that
to a boy, you should ask him first. And if he says no,
then you must take 'no' for an answer."
Tanya, I thought, I can't believe you just said that.
One day, soon, these kids are going to begin to wonder why
their mothers are so much younger than all the other kids'
mothers. And then what are we going to tell them?
**********
The girls didn't have that particular dilemma that day.
Davie failed to put in an appearance, and Grandma Trudy
reported that he didn't feel very well. Perhaps he'd got a
bit of a cold through wearing damp clothes.
Victoria and Suzanne wanted to visit him, but we said he
wouldn't want to talk if he had a sore throat. So we all
went for a walk. Not the best idea in the world, because
Pansy and Daniel led us straight to the very spot by the
river where the act had taken place.
"They fell in just there, Mummy", she said. "There's the
bush we hung their clothes on, and they ran around over
there. And that's where they lay down for a cuddle!"
Victoria took my hand, and Suzanne reached for Tanya's.
"Let's go somewhere else, Mummy, I don't really like this
place any more", said Victoria.
We moved on.
**********
"What a fine mess this all is", said Grandma Trudy. "And I
invited you all down here just for this."
"They were bound to get involved with boys some time",
Tanya said. "Perhaps it's just as well it's all happening
right where we can see it."
"And Davie's a good lad", I added, "it could have been much
worse if he'd been somebody like your Luke whatever his
name was."
"O'Hara. Not a name I'm likely to forget." She sat down
with a sigh. "Pa shot him, you know, dumped him in the
river." We both gasped. "Pa and two or three of the other
men whose daughters had met up with Luke. That's why we
had to move out of the farm in such a hurry."
"Go on, Grandma!" I whispered. This was better
entertainment than television. They didn't do things by
halves in the old days!
"Well, anyways, I started working at Harringtown, at the
soda fountain, and everybody in the town used to come by,
and I'd chat to them all. I knew everything that went on.
And there was this guy, Mark. I suppose you'd say I took a
fancy to him. And one night, we went to a dance. At the
Elks' Club, it was. And everything was just fine, until
*she* came along. Wendy Sherman. Wendy Sherman got what
she wanted", Grandma Trudy said bitterly. "And she wanted
Mark ...!"
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